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What are your thoughts on M as a mythological figure?
Continue readingMiyamoto Musashi Versus Cameron Quinn: A Book of Five Rings
Posted in kyokushin karate, Martial Arts, Real Men with tags A Book of Five Rings, bodhisattva, Cameron Quinn, Kyokushin karate, martial arts, Mas Oyama, Miyamoto Musashi on April 21, 2022 by Jarrod Boyle
Miyamoto Musashi Versus Cameron Quinn: A Book of Five Rings
Posted in kyokushin karate, Martial Arts, Real Men with tags A Book of Five Rings, Autobiography of a Yogi, Boxing, Cameron Quinn, full contact karate, Gavin Scott, jiu-jitsu, kendo, Kyokushin karate, Mas Oyama, Paramahansa Yogananda, Rumi, Shihan, shootboxing, Swami Sri Yukteswar, The Holy Science, This is Karate, Tokyo, University of Queensland, Victor Harris, wrestling, Zen Do Kai on April 12, 2022 by Jarrod Boyle
Shihan Cameron Quinn is, by the standards of ‘Theme Park…’, a luminary. He began training in Kyokushin Karate in 1971 and lived in Japan in 1976, studying Japanese and training at the Kyokushin Honbu dojo in Tokyo under Kyokushin founder, Mas Oyama.
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Instagram: Is Photography the Language of the Lie?
Posted in Pretensions toward cultural theory with tags hall of mirrors, hashtag, Instagram, lie, photography, toxic positivity on February 12, 2022 by Jarrod Boyle
‘Man is least himself when he talks in his own person. Give him a mask, and he will tell you the truth.’
– Oscar Wilde
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Brave New World: Beware the Philosopher
Posted in Observation, Pretensions toward cultural theory, Reading with tags 1984, Aldous Huxley, Artificial intelligence, Brave New World, George Orwell, Yuval Noah Harari on December 26, 2021 by Jarrod Boyle
“I think Brave New World is the best science fiction book ever, definitely the most prescient. Huxley was writing in the early 1930’s with Stalin and Hitler around, but what he was envisioning was our present.
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I Have Recently Begun to Dream About Fucking You
Posted in Love letters with tags Goddess on November 26, 2021 by Jarrod Boyle
In Search of Lost Time
Posted in Reading, Real Men with tags Alain De Botton, How Proust Can Change Your Life, In Search of Lost Time, Leo Tolstoy, Marcel Proust, Rodney Hall, War and Peace on November 14, 2021 by Jarrod Boyle
In Search of Lost Time
Posted in Reading, Real Men with tags Alain De Botton, How Proust Can Change Your Life, In Search of Lost Time, Leo Tolstoy, Marcel Proust, Rodney Hall, War and Peace on November 9, 2021 by Jarrod Boyle
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I finished reading In Search of Lost Time a few weeks ago, and now it’s over, there is a peculiar Proust-shaped hole in my life.
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‘What’s Your Favourite John Mayer Song?’
Posted in Pretensions toward cultural theory with tags Cormac McCarthy, guitar, Harrisen Hughes, John Mayer, Marty Friedman, Ophelia, Siamese fighting fish, Slayer, Slow Dancing in a Burning Room, The Crossing on October 23, 2021 by Jarrod Boyle
That’s a good question, my young friend, because enjoying John Mayer is not something a ‘real’ man is willing to broadcast.
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Mirror Mirror
Posted in Pretensions toward cultural theory, trauma with tags body building, body image, Charles Bukowski, diet, Exercise, Fitness First, gyms, Ham on Rye, Instagram, Mirror Mirror, plastic surgery, social media, Sylvia Plath, Todd Sampson, Training on September 19, 2021 by Jarrod Boyle
‘I am silver and exact. I have no preconceptions.
Whatever I see I swallow immediately
Just as it is, unmisted by love or dislike.
I am not cruel, only truthful‚
The eye of a little god, four-cornered.’
‘Mirror’
By Sylvia Plath.
Todd Sampson is full of shit.
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‘Simplicity is the Last Step in Art…’
Posted in Boxing, fighting with tags Boxing, Bruce Lee, kids, Training on August 30, 2021 by Jarrod Boyle
Training other people’s children is one of the most significant responsibilities I’ve undertaken.
It’s a huge moment of trust when a parent leaves you with their child, and I feel as if me and the kid are enveloped in a white-hot spotlight of attention. Everyone can see everything I do, and they’re watching in relation to the child.
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Theme Park at its Darkest 